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Chapter 1: The Dress Problem

Even as she kissed me, even as she stripped me naked, even as she wrapped her soft hands around my turgid shaft and began to stroke, I couldn't keep my eyes off her skirt. I knew I shouldn't be so fascinated by it. I should be focusing on how hot she was, on what she was doing to my cock. But all I could do was stare at it and marvel.

Shiny black satin trimmed with fluffy white lace, punctuated around the hem with floppy white bows. Atop it was a crisp white apron, trimmed in ruffles and lace. Her legs emerged from a cloud of silk and lace that rustled sweetly as she moved, each wrapped in white silk stockings. Her heels were shiny black and towering tall, tiny straps encircling her ankles.

"Do you think I look pretty?" she asked, glossy pink lips brushing against my ear as her hand ran slowly up and down my manhood.

"Yes," I moaned, turning to kiss her.

She pushed my head back and shoved it into the pillow with a gentle firmness that I knew I couldn't fight against. I didn't even want to — even though I knew I should have. It gave me a sick thrill to know that this girl — this maid — was completely in control of me.

I'm letting her be in charge, I told myself.

After all, there was no way I'd let a girl control me like that unless I wanted them to.

"My dress is so cute, isn't it?" she continued, picking up the pace of her strokes. "I just love all the bows on it, don't you?"

"Sure, honey," I murmured, wishing she'd use her mouth for something else. "It's great. Looks perfect on you."

I could hear the sound of her lips pulling back into a smile next to my ear. Her hand stopped and I let out a low moan of frustration.

"I know you're new here, so there's something you need to know if you're going to stay."

"Can it wait until we're done?" I groaned.

"Not really," she giggled. "Madame Belmont has one rule about her staff… mingling with each other."

"Is that what we're doing? Because we could certainly mingle a little more," I offered, trying to kiss her again.

Her fingertip was circling slowly around my tip, teasing me and keeping me frustratingly close to the edge of my climax. I pushed myself upwards, trying to slip myself back into her hand, but to my disappointment, she pulled it away entirely.

"I think I have something you'll like even more than that," she said softly.

"I dunno," I said. "I like that kind of thing an awful lot."

She grinned again, but there was a knowing edge to it that made me uncomfortable. "I'm sure you do. But if we're going to do that, you have to do it the way the Madame wants."

I furrowed my brow. Why would our boss care about how we have sex?

"Okay," I said slowly. "How does she… want us to do it?"

"In a dress," she said with a thin smile.

"Good news, Violet," I grinned. "You're already wearing one. Although, we could fix that problem."

"Oh, Aidan," she replied, her smile turning into something almost apologetic. " You're the newest member of the Belmont Manor staff. The dress isn't for me."

My stomach dropped as I realized what she was about to say.

"It's for you. "